Chapter Sixty-Eight
Massacre at the Secret Society of Supervillains
Anton Mirsk was dead.
His corpse, clad in his robotic super suit, crumbled to the floor. It happened so fast no one knew what was happening
or why, not even me. A nanosecond later,
Hocus Pocus went down. Then Nemo, with
his tank exploded around him. The rest
followed before I could blink. And I blink
pretty quickly.
In less than a second, every member of the Secret
Society of Supervillains was dead, with three exceptions: Prankster, Psychonaut, and me. The other two didn’t come to the meeting, so
they were spared. That left me, as the
only survivor of the massacre that was too fast for even me to see.
How was that possible?
Who could have taken out the league just as we were ready to begin our
masterplan? Who would have known where
we were and what we were up to? Someone
on the inside, of course. Now the absences
of my two colleagues made sense. But who
had that kind of speed? Neither one of
them was a speedster. Could they be
working with crazy, future Alex? Wait,
Alex wasn’t that fast. Or, at least, he
hadn’t been, before. What the fuck the
was going.
Why didn’t they kill me?
(c) 2020 Copyright by Diana Hignutt
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